Tuesday, 24 October 2017

When lovers meet
in the world's mind's eye
all earthly symphonies do swell
and merge;
for us there is the music of silence
refracting eternally
through convex lenses,
as new fugues rewrite themselves
and bend through complex lines.

Monday, 23 October 2017

The message is something that took time
to spread its wings and fly between
our outstretched hands. It fledged in
hesitation, the old
nest comfortable but
safe. Too safe. We
chose the sky;
love's light
heights.

About Me

As a teacher, blogger, freelance translator, sometime student of Italian, onetime NaNoWriMo contestant and generally obsessive reader and writer, I think it's safe to say that language is my life. My side interests include documentaries, not tidying, and Double Stuf Oreos.